Arafelis/EndOfTheWorld

I see...

The Loom is corrupted, monstrous engines and and cancerous blights marring its snarled surface. The Fates of living and dead twined and knotted, and at the end, no shimmering horizon; the spirits of possibility, once painted bright, now wear funeral masks as they sadly draw in the twisted weave with their dark and steel claws. The Spiders, once bright jade, now- Gods preserve us, but they are something twisted, neither living nor dead, neither steel nor flesh, but a hideous arrangement of parts of each. One leers at me with its rotting face and I see the Void in the abomination's eyes.

Child of the Great Maker, how do you propose to fix this thing?